Day Three.
25th November 2012
14:40pm
Amy still couldn't understand why the men are here, surely it couldn't be just 'for fun'. It's sickening to think that they do this just for the thrills. The masked men finally gave everyone the chance to eat. Amy's stomach screamed for food and her throat raw with dehydration. She had been given water to drink, but not enough to sooth parched throat. Still, any is better than nothing. The doors to the morning restaurant is opened and everyone quickly ran inside. They scoffed at the cold toast, cereals, fruit and cold English breakfasts. Left overs from the breakfast buffet from previous days. They drenched down juice and water within the 10 minutes that they were given. Everyone did this, except for Amy. She pushed her hunger and thirst to one side and sat in the main room curled in the corner. She couldn't talk to many people and she hated being looked at. She was scared to move. Each time any of the masked men comes a few paces from her, she freezes. Her heart bounces inside her chest, tears threaten to rise and fall and her breathing grasps in her dry throat. Everyone new what had happened, and they were either sympathetic or disgusted. Amy didn't want to know their views.
After 10 minutes everyone returned, including Jessica, the young and scared ginger girl who sat with Amy. She returned with a huge jug of orange juice and a few pieces of toast. She set the jug down and handed the toast to Amy.
"You have to eat. I've saved you some." Jess demanded. She shook took Amy's hand and shoved the toast in them. "My dad tells me I have to eat everything on my plate otherwise I won't be strong. So you have to eat these."
Jess is the only one she can talk to. She is only a young girl, she doesn't understand what has happened to her so Amy attempts to put a brave face on for her. Whenever Jess is near her she feels calmer. She reminds Amy so much of her younger self. She feels like she isn't alone, like she has someone she knows with her and that's what she needs right now.
Amy sighed. "Your dad is right." she took a bite, the cold taste of toast hit her mouth immediately. It tasted horrible and cold. The poorly spread Nutella made up for it though. She forced it down then started at the second piece. The other hostages and some of the masked men stared at her. Amy tried to ignore them but it didn't work. Her hands started to shake as she crumbled into a wall and tried to hide herself. After eating the toast she then grabbed the jug and drank quick. Gulped like she couldn't get enough, like she had only just discovered what thirst is. The feel of the cold juice cooled her nerves. Fully quenched, she placed down the jug and shakily wiped her mouth with her sleeve. A small feeling of relief fell over her, she felt a little more comforted.
All day there has been sounds of reporters and police outside. A few blurred words can be heard from outside for news reports. The rest are camera clicks and the public muttering outside. Amy hoped Rory was out there, and somehow can talk to her. She needed him, to feel him, to cuddle him, she had never needed him so much before.
Rory had been outside since early morning. He had spoke to more than ten policemen and heard about five news reports already but he was in no mental state to give up and go home. He wanted his wife back, he loved her to pieces. He is so upset with himself for forcing her out of the house but angry with the men who are keeping her inside and doing god knows what. He sat on the grass outside of the hotel with his head low in despair. A woman sat with him, a working mum with her husband by her side. Mrs Reins. She told Rory about her little girl who was trapped inside. Jessica. Rory and her both cried when talking about their precious ones inside. But talking made them both feel calmer. Letting it out is so much better. Rory forced himself to his feet and dragged in legs over to a near by police officer.
"Mr Williams we are sorry but we are doing all we can in this situation." The male officer said, rolling his eyes when he noticed Rory walking over...again.
"But what exactly are you doing?" Rory cried to him.
"We have told you all we can at the moment. They are armed escaped convicts. We know what they are capable of. If any officer breaks their way in their they will fire. We cannot risk that. It will put everyone inside in danger. We have told you more than we can. If you could please, go home and get some rest." The officer ordered as he left to join the others.
Rory went and sat back down in a heap. He cannot leave, he has to be here. For him, for Amy. He followed the officers with his eyes. They all circled the entrance holding guns and plastic bulletproof shields. One main officer stood in the middle, he held a megaphone. Remaining officers outside of the circle made sure everyone was quiet and told reporters to keep their distance. They ignored of course. The officer began to speak.
"This is the Police. We would like to speak with the man in charge. I repeat. This is the Police. We would like to talk to the person in charge of this." The officer spoke loud and clear.
Amy's ears pricked. The masked men got to their feet and quickly drew their machine guns. The main masked man walked up to the entrance door with four armed men by his side. He began to speak through the black glass. The remaining men drew their guns and aimed at the hostages. One a few paces from Amy. Her body becoming on edge, her heart started to pound.
"Yeah. What do you want?" he replied bitterly back to him.
"We would like you to stand down and to release the hostages."
"And why would I do that?" he screamed. Wistfully. Amy's palms started to sweat. Her body started to shake.
"You know what you are doing is wrong. Release the hostages and we will go from there."
The masked man sharply turned his head. Scanned each and everyone of the hostages from head to foot and stared right into Amy's eyes. Amy wriggled, her knees curling up to her chest tightly. Tears rolled from her eyes as she tightly gripped Jessica close to her body. She couldn't talk but the man knew from her look she was begging, on behalf of all these hostages to be released.
"No." he sharply turned his head back to face the black glass. Amy's heart shattered.
"You are a group of escaped felons. You have committed sickening crimes. Do you not think that this is enough? You could do things in here that you will regret for the rest of your lives. Let them go, please." the Officer begged.
"Why would I let them go...when I am having," the masked man paused, took and step back and laughed. His hand flew in the air as he spun of the spot. "while I am having so much fun," he strolled back to the glass. "When we do finish. We are going out with a bang!"
"What do you mean, going out with a bang?" he questioned. Suddenly becoming concerned at the last comment.
"Oh," he chuckled. "It is exactly what you are thinking."
Let there be fire.
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